Luyện nghe bài hát What Child Is This

{Sometimes I wonder how it must have been actually
Have lived in ancient times, I imagine what it would of been like
To actually walk the streets of and hear that a Child
Had been born who's of kings and Savior of the world}

I can imagine saying, what Child is this?
What Child is this? Who would a legacy
So strong that even today we
Celebrate His life? Child is this?}

What Child is
Who laid to rest on lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with sweet
While shepherds watch are

This, is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and sing
Haste, haste to Him laud
The Babe, the Son of

I just think about it, um
I just sit and think the Baby Boy born in a manger
Sometimes I just want to it
Shout joy to the world,

So bring Him incense, and myrrh
Come peasant, to own Him
The King of kings brings
Let hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise the on high
The sings Her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is
The Babe, the Son of

Sometimes I just think it, oh, I sit and think about
The Baby Boy born in a and wrapped in swaddling clothing
Sometimes I just to shout it
Over the and every where, sometimes

This, this is Christ, the
Whom shepherds and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him
The Babe, the Son of

I just think about it
Oh sometimes I wonder, what is this?
Sometimes I want to shout it
I to go and tell it on the mountain, sometimes

Every now and then, I just think about
I about the Christ Child, what Child is this?
And then again sometimes, sometimes I just to shout it
I just to tell the world, sometimes